"I haven't heard you laugh in a while."
The reason may be that yours has been ringing in my ears.
"I haven't seen you smile either."
That one is harder to explain.
The imprint of your lips on mine has sealed them shut tight.
Tighter than my chest when I remember that feeling.
"I've been concerned."
Why?
You didn't seem very concerned when you rolled out of bed with no regard for me.
You didn't seem too concerned the moment that you left me dumb and stunned.
"I didn't mean anything by it, you know that, we promised that."
I lied.
I lied to myself just as much as I lied to you.
Maybe more.
My every action meant something.
Just like you meant far more than the insignificant amount you should.